I'm on another planet, one with warm, ambient night air and a large white moon in the distance, swirls of grey and white blurring into the varying shades of blue that make up the landscape. Looking into this painting, I am moved beyond myself into some other world, foreign yet familiar. I could lose myself in it.

I hear myself ask, "where is it?"

"New Mexico, the white desert at night. It's from a picture I saw in the paper. Looks kinda like the ocean..." comes the blue-haired artist's reply.

"That's home." My friend is standing next to me, staring at it. She says nothing more.

The room falls quiet and I am reminded of the "love is blue wine" metaphor. The idea behind it being that love is intoxicating and healthy in moderation. Get too much of it and you're moved into a state similar to drunkeness. And like a flame, the part that burns the hottest and grounds the flame, holds it together, is blue.

Blue is the color of love. Looking at this painting, I am convinced that it is the color of home as well. When I look at it, I feel my thoughts dissolve and a feeling of content wash over me. Comforting and peaceful, home is the expereince of perfect love without want for anything else. Serene and blue. Home.